Transfixed, I watch the worlds In your eyes transform From blue to brown to green From sea to ground to tree.
Framed in wisps of orange flame Your face alights, your cheeks glow bright
I sing a song about your name: “Aim far, aim high Aim star, aim sky Aim you, aim me I’m you. You’re me. Aimee…”
My darling daughter You are my Sun And around you, I’ll revolve Eternally turning – A maternal merry-go-round On your playground Of seas and trees and ground.
I wrote this poem for my daughter, a month before she passed away.